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UC-NRLF 


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".  Farrar: 
"Forgotten  Shrines.' 


Songs  for  ^Parents 


Farrar 


Raven  •  Tale  University  Tress 
fjndon-  Humphrey  -Jtfilford-  Oxford  University  Tress 


Copyright,  1921,  by  Tale  University  'Press 


The  author  thanks  the  editors  of  the  New  York  Evening 
Post,  the  New  York  World,  Contemporary  Verse,  and 
Parabalou  for  permission  to  reprint  some  of  the  poems  in  this 
book. 


^Dedication 

Here's  a  rhyme  for  Barbara, 

Laughing  white  and  pink, 
Here's  a  rhyme  for  smiling  Ted, 

And  one  for  Wink. 

Now  Dick's  not  much  at  reading  rhymes, 

He'd  rather  sit  and  fish. 
Well,  here's  a  couple  of  verses,  Dick, 

Read  them  if  you  wish! 


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(Contents 

Dedication 5 

SONGS  OF  DESIRE 

Summer  Explorer 1 1 

Spring  Wish 12 

Ambition r3 

Dreams J4 

Water-Lily *5 

Humor .      .      .      .  16 

Independence ll 

SONGS  FOR  OUT  OF  DOORS 

A  Comparison 2I 

Speculation      . 2I 

Parade 22 

Flower  Preferences 23 

Parental  Advice 24 

Song  for  a  Child  Watching  Clouds  ...  25 

Problem 26 

Garden  Musings 26 

My  Garden 27 

Tracks 27 

Chanticleer 28 

Rainbow 28 

Windmill 29 

Cat-Fish 29 

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Visiting 30 

Castles 30 

Parenthood 31 

SONGS  OF  CIRCUMSTANCE 

Moral  Song 35 

Serious  Omission 36 

Choice 36 

Natural  Fireworks 37 

Conspiracy 37 

Cuckoo  Clock 38 

The  Sentinel 39 

Royalty 40 

Crackers 41 

The  Drum 41 

Theatricals 42 

SallY   •      • 43 

SONGS  FOR  A  CHRISTMAS  TREE 

Bundles 47 

The  Candy  Santa  Claus 48 

The  Tinsel  Star 49 

The  Ambitious  Mouse 50 

Prayer I 


Songs 


Summer  Explorer 

I'd  like  to  be  a  gypsy 
With  gold  rings  in  my  ears, 
Along  the  road  to  sit  and  sing, 
And  not  to  do  another  thing 
For  years  and  years; 

A  road  to  dream  upon  by  day, 
A  fire  for  dreams  at  night, 
Free  to  wander  far  away, 
Free  to  shout  and  free  to  play, 
Quite  impolite. 

I'd  pitch  my  tent  beside  a  wall, 
All  apple  trees  within, 
And  if  the  apples  didn't  fall, 
I  wouldn't  hesitate  at  all. 
I'd  climb — and  sin! 

But  if  the  weather  wasn't  fine, 

If  all  the  world  were  rain, 

If  there  weren't  anywhere  to  dine 

And  goose-flesh  quivered  up  my  spin< 

I  might  come  home  again ! 


ii 


Spring :  ffri 


A  frog's  a  very  happy  thing, 
Cool  and  green  in  early  spring, 
Quick  and  silver  through  the  pool, 
With  no  thought  of  books  or  school. 

Oh,  I  want  to  be  a  frog, 
Sunning,  stretching  on  a  log, 
Blinking  there  in  splendid  ease, 
Swimming  naked  when  I  please, 
Nosing  into  magic  nooks, 
Quiet  marshes,  noisy  brooks. 

Free  !   And  fit  for  anything ! 
Oh,  to  be  a  frog  in  spring ! 


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Ambition 

If  I  were  a  rocket 
Shot  high  across  the  night, 
I'd  rather  burst  in  silver  stars 
Than  green  or  purple  light; 

For  then,  perhaps,  I'd  fool  the  moon, 
Although  she's  very  wise, 
And  thinking  me  a  baby  star 
She'd  keep  me  in  the  skies. 


I'd  like  to  dream  my  own  dreams, 
Instead  of  dreaming  those 
The  silly  sandman  brings  along 
Like  moving  picture  shows. 

I'd  like  to  dream  of  palaces, 
Of  magic  meadowlands, 
Of  silver  gates  and  golden  thrones 
And  chanting  fairy  bands; 

Of  seas  of  spraying  jewels, 

Of  dancing  crystal  ships, 

Of  the  queen  of  all  the  elves  herself — 

Two  rubies  for  her  lips; 

But,  alas !    I  never  dream  such  things, 
And  when  I  jump  and  wake 
As  an  oozy  ogre  clutches  me — 
It's  just  a  stomach  ache  ! 


Water-Lily 

I'd  like  to  be  a  water-lily  sleeping  on  the  river, 
Where  solemn  rushes  whisper,  and  funny  ripples 

quiver. 
All   day   I'd   watch   the   blue   sky — all   night   I'd 

watch  the  black, 

Floating  in  the  soft  waves,  dreaming  on  my  back, 
And  when  I'd  tired  of  dreaming,  I'd  call  a  passing 

fish, 
"I  want  to  find  the  sea!"  I'd  shout,  "Come!  You 

can  grant  my  wish!" 

He'd  bite  me   from  my  moorings,   and  softly  I 

would  slip 
To  the  center  of  the  river  like  an  ocean-going 

ship. 
The   waves   would   laugh   upon   me.     The   wind 

would  blow  me  fast, 
And  oh,  what  shores  and  wonders  would  greet 

me  as  I  passed! 

Yes,  if  I  were  a  water-lily,  I'd  sail  to  sea  in  state — 
A  green  frog  for  my  captain — and  a  dragon-fly 

for  mate! 


Humor 

Have  you  ever  watched  the  clowns  at  play, 
White,  red  and  black  on  circus  day? 
They're  always  very,  very  gay. 
I  wonder  how  they  stay  that  way! 

I'd  like  to  be  a  clown, 
Playing  tricks  around  the  town, 
Turning  somersaults  and  springs, 
As  if  they  were  easy  things, 
Laughing  morning,  noon  and  night, 
Being  such  a  funny  sight ! 

Do  you  think,  then,  I'd  grow  tired  of  fun, 
Laughing  so  from  sun  to  sun? 
Or,  when  performances  are  done, 
Do  clown-folk  cry  like  anyone  ? 


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Independence 

I  like  to  go  out  in  the  night 

When  there's  neither  a  sound  nor  a  light, 

With  my  hands  and  feet  bare, 

And  the  wind  in  my  hair, 

Not  a  nurse  nor  a  parent  in  sight; 

But  only  the  night,  moon  and  me 
As  I  dance  in  the  dew  joyfully, 
Quite  daring  and  bold 
For  there's  no  one  to  scold, 
Because  there  is  no  one  to  see. 


(/  \  for  O///  of  " 


(Comparison 

Apple  blossoms  look  like  snow, 
They're  different,  though. 
Snow  falls  softly,  but  it  brings 
Noisy  things: 

Sleighs  and  bells,  forts  and  fights, 
Cosy  nights. 

But  apple  blossoms  when  they  go, 

White  and  slow, 

Quiet  all  the  orchard  space, 

Till  the  place 

Hushed  with  falling  sweetness  seems 

Filled  with  dreams. 


Speculation 

I  wonder  if  God  sits  alone 
Upon  the  highest  mountain  stone 
To  stir  the  clouds  and  drop  the  rain, 
And  then  to  pick  it  up  again. 

I  wonder  if  he  sends  the  brooks 
Foaming  from  their  distant  nooks, 
And,  sitting  there  in  robes  of  gray, 
Turns  rivers  on  at  break  of  day. 
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^Parade 

The  scarlet  trumpet  flowers  are  gay 
And  yet  they  never  seem  to  play, 
They  never  trumpet  up  the  dawn 
Nor  blow  retreat  across  the  lawn. 

But  oh,  to-day  I  heard  a  strain, 
A  happy,  martial,  quick  refrain, 
As  down  across  the  garden  grass 
I  saw  the  marching  flowers  pass: 

Gaudy  phlox  and  flaunting  rose, 
Stiff  and  straight  and  on  their  toes, 
And,  blaring  from  the  garden  wall, 
The  trumpet  flower  led  them  all. 


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Flower  Preferences 

If  I  were  a  tiny  fairy 

With  nothing  else  to  do 
But  to  wriggle  into  flowers 

All  the  long  day  through, 

I'd  dance  among  the  roses, 

I'd  take  a  stately  walk, 
Balancing  precisely 

On  an  Easter-lily  stalk. 

For  play  I'd  choose  the  jonquils, 
For  swimming,  poppy  cups, 

For  jokes  and  tricks  and  tiny  naps, 
The  Johnny-jump-ups ! 

But  on  some  quiet  evening, 
I'd  leave  my  fairy  band, 

And  on  a  star-flower  through  the  sky 
I'd  sail  to  fairyland. 


Parental  Advice 

Who  laid  the  egg  that  hatched  the  moon? 
Was  it  the  earth,  I  wonder, 
Was  it  the  sun,  the  clouds,  or  rain, 
Was  it  night  or  thunder? 

If  I  were  mother  to  the  moon 
I'd  spank  her  every  day 
Until  she  learned  to  stay  at  home 
And  never  run  away! 


Song  for  a  Qhild  Watching  Qlouds 

I've  watched  the  clouds  by  day  and  night, 
Great  fleecy  ones  all  filled  with  light, 
Gray  beasts  that  steal  across  the  sky, 
And  little  fellows  slipping  by. 

Sometimes  they  seem  like  sheep  at  play, 
Sometimes  when  they  are  dull  and  gray 
The  pale  sun  seems  a  ship  to  me, 
Sailing  through  a  rolling  sea  ; 

And  I've  seen  faces  in  them  too, 
Funny  white  men  on  the  blue, 
They  look  so  many  different  ways, 
And  not  one  single  cloudlet  stays ; 

But  on  across  the  heavens  they  blow, 
I  often  wonder  where  they  go, 
Now  sometime,  maybe  when  I  die, 
I,  too,  will  wander  through  the  sky. 


^Problem 

If  I  were  a  violet  I'd  think  it  a  shame 

To  be  always  so  simple  and  modest  and  tame, 

To  be  hidden  away  like  a  hermit  or  nun 

While  the  hare-brained  pink  roses  can  dance  in 

the  sun ! 

But  consider  the  naughty  wild  ways  of  the  rose — 
There  must  be  respectable  flowers,  I  suppose ! 


Gjarden 

Why  is  the  lily  so  stately  and  still? 
Why  doesn't  she  dance  like  the  gay  daffodil? 
Why  doesn't  she  blush  like  the  rose  or  the  pink, 
Or,  like  mischievous  pansy,  indulge  in  a  wink? 
Do  you  think  it's  because  she  is  holier  than  they, 
Or  did  God  just  decide  he  would  make  her  that 
way? 


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(garden 

My  garden  was  silly  and  stubborn; 

I  worked,  but  the  weeds  worked,  too; 
I  dug  and  scraped  and  scrambled — 

They  hustled  themselves  and  grew; 

Now  Ted's  garden's  fine  and  cleanly, 
He  has  lettuce  and  roses  and  peas — 

Oh,  most  probably  plants  are  like  children- 
They  only  behave  when  they  please  I 


Tracks 

I  wonder  where  the  rabbits  go 

Who  leave  their  tracks  across  the  snow; 

For  when  I  follow  to  their  den 

The  tracks  always  start  out  again. 


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(Chanticleer 


High  and  proud  on  the  barnyard  fence 
Walks  rooster  in  the  morning. 
He  shakes  his  comb,  he  shakes  his  tail 
And  gives  his  daily  warning. 

"Get  up,  you  lazy  boys  and  girls, 
It's  time  you  should  be  dressing!" 
I  wonder  if  he  keeps  a  clock, 
Or  if  he's  only  guessing. 


Ttainbow 


The  rainbow  comes  across  the  hill, 
It  shines  upon  the  sky,  until 
It  frightens  all  the  tears  from  rain, 
And  then  it  hides  itself  again. 

Now  when  I'm  very  tired  of  play 
I'll  cross  that  rainbow  bridge  some  day; 
And  while  dear  nurse  and  father  scold, 
I'll  reach  the  end — and  find  the  gold ! 


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Windmill 

The  windmill  stands  up  like  a  flower  on  the  hill 
With    its    petals    a-whirling — they    seldom    stay 

still— 

And  its  funny  old  voice  creaking  all  the  long  day 
As  it  scolds  little  breezes  for  running  away. 


Qat-Fish 


The  cat-fish  with  whiskers  that  lives  in  the  brook, 

Is  an  ugly  old  beast  with  the  wickedest  look. 

I  suppose  there  were  mouse-fish  one  time  in  brook 

town 
Till  that  ugly  old  cat-fish  gulped  all  of  them  down. 


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Visiting 

You  and  I  shall  travel  far, 
We'll  pass  the  old  earth  by, 
We'll  ride  the  moon  and  drive  a  star 
Across  the  evening  sky. 

We'll  flash  upon  the  milky  way 
To  pay  Dame  Night  a  call — 
But  should  we  happen  on  old  Day — 
We'd  fall  and  fall  and  fall. 


(pasties 

I  used  to  build  me  castles  of  moisty  sand  and 

shells, 
And  dream  they  were  for  princesses  who  wove  me 

magic  spells; 
But  yesterday  along  the  beach  my  fairy  princess 

came — 
And  she's  too  big  for  castles — now  isn't  that  a 

shame ! 


Parenthood 

The  birches  that  dance  on  the  top  of  the  hill 
Are  so  slender  and  young  that  they  cannot  keep 

still, 

They  bend  and  they  nod  at  each  whiff  of  a  breeze, 
For  you  see  they  are  still  just  the  children  of  trees. 

But  the  birches  below  in  the  valley  are  older, 
They  are  calmer  and  straighter  and  taller  and 

colder. 
Perhaps   when  we've  grown  up   as   solemn   and 

grave, 
We,  too,  will  have  children  who  do  not  behave ! 


Songs  of  (Circumstance 


Song 

Oh,  so  cool 

In  his  deep  green  pool 

Was  a  frog  on  a  log  one  day ! 

He  would  blink  his  eyes 

As  he  snapped  at  flies, 

For  his  mother  was  away, 
For  his  mother  was  away! 

Now  that  naughty  frog 

Left  his  own  home  log 

And  started  out  to  play. 

He  flipped  and  he  flopped 

And  he  never  stopped 

Till  he  reached  the  great  blue  bay, 
Till  he  reached  the  great  blue  bay! 

Alas,  with  a  swish 

Came  a  mighty  fish, 

And  swallowed  him  where  he  lay. 

Now  it's  things  like  this 

That  never  miss 

Little  frogs  who  don't  obey, 
Little  frogs  who  don't  obey! 


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Serious  Omission 

I  know  that  there  are  dragons, 
St.  George's,  Jason's,  too, 
And  many  modern  dragons 
With  scales  of  green  and  blue; 

But  though  I've  been  there  many  times 
And  carefully  looked  through, 
I  can't  find  a  dragon 
In  the  cages  at  the  zoo ! 


(Choice 

If  I  had  just  one  penny 

On  the  Fourth  of  July, 
Oh,  what  a  problem  it  would  be 

To  think  what  I  should  buy ! 

With  lollypops  and  fire-works, 
With  cakes  and  whiz-bangs,  too, 

With  tops  and  candy  cigarettes, 
Whatever  should  I  do? 

Torpedoes  have  a  splendid  noise, 
But  noise  is  quickly  past, 

And  the  sweetness  of  a  lollypop 
Is  something  that  will  last. 

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V^atural  Fireworks 

The  fireflies  in  the  valley 
Are  having  their  display 
Among  the  river  willows 
Like  little  bits  of  day! 

Come,  light  your  silver  sparkler 
And  wave  it  in  the  air. 
Go  dance  among  the  willows 
And  sprinkle  sparkles  there. 

Then,  oh,  the  world  will  wonder 
To  see  the  willows  shine, 
And  even  the  fireflies  will  not  know 
Their  tiny  sparks  from  mine. 


(Conspiracy 

The  sun  has  a  face  that  is  laughing  and  red 
When  nurse  pulls  me  out  in  the  morning  from 

bed; 

But  he's  not  half  so  sly  as  the  silly  old  moon, 
Who  winks  when  I'm  sent  to  my  bedroom  too 

soon. 


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(Cuckoo  Qlock 

The  cuckoo  in  the  clock  by  day 
Is  usually  very  gay; 
And  that's  because,  with  people  near, 
There's  not  a  thing  for  him  to  fear; 

But  when  the  sitting  room  is  dim 
And  no  one's  there  to  welcome  him — 
How  tremblingly  he  must  come  out 
To  flap  his  wings  and  look  about. 

Why!     Only  just  the  other  night 

The  cuckoo  stopped  the  clock  from  fright 


The  Sentinel 

I'm  only  a  little  toy  dough-boy, 

And  I  have  neither  sorrows  nor  fears; 

But  I  patiently  wait, 

With  my  gun  pointed  straight 

And  my  helmet  pulled  down  on  my  ears. 

The  ugly  wood  lions  and  tigers 

May  show  their  white  teeth  if  they  please, 

If  the  whole  of  Noah's  ark 

Should  threaten  and  bark 

It  wouldn't  unstiffen  my  knees. 

And  some  day  when  you  are  a  soldier 

With  your  helmet  pulled  down  on  your  ears 

I'll  still  be  as  straight 

As  I  wonder  and  wait, 

Standing  my  watch  through  the  years. 


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Royalty 

If  I  should  meet  a  king  or  queen 
Upon  the  street  some  day, 
Do  you  think  that  I'd  be  frightened? 
Why,  I'd  know  just  what  to  say. 

uYour  reverend  majesties,"  I'd  say, 
And  humbly  bow  the  knee, 
"I  am  your  very  humble  swain, 
And  will  you  honor  me?" 

The  king  would  strike  my  shoulder 
With  a  sword  of  passing  might, 
He'd  lift  me  grandly  to  my  feet, 
He'd  say,  "Arise,  O  Knight!" 

Oh,  I  would  not  be  frightened, 

For  I've  seen  kings  galore, 

Don't  you  think  it's  just  to  learn  of  them 

That  playing  cards  are  for? 


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(Crackers 

Oh,  there  are  very  many  kinds 
Of  crackers,  great  and  small, 
Saltines  and  ginger-snaps  and  such, 
I'd  like  to  eat  them  all; 

But  there's  a  kind  of  cracker 
That  I  need  much  worse, 
A  bright  red  giant  cracker 
To  set  off  under  nurse! 


The  "Drum 

The  drum's  a  very  quiet  fellow 
When  he's  left  alone; 
But  oh,  how  he  does  roar  and  bellow, 
Rattle,  snap  and  groan, 
Clatter,  spatter,  dash  and  patter, 
Rumble,  shriek  and  moan 
Whene'er  I  take  my  sticks  in  hand 
And  beat  him  soundly  for  the  band. 


Theatricals 

Now  I'll  play  at  being  queen, 

Hold  my  head  quite  stiff  and  haughty, 
Always  proud  and  never  naughty, 

Sweeping  grandly  down  the  green. 

Or  I'll  be  a  moonlight  fairy, 
Bobbing  lightly  on  the  river, 
Dancing  where  the  shadows  quiver, 

Winged  and  shining,  swift  and  wary. 

If  the  doctor  thinks  I'm  sick, 

He's  just  silly.  /  am  not! 

I'm  just  tired  and  very  hot, 
Hating  drink  that's  sweet  and  thick. 

Flowers  dance  across  the  walls, 
Mother's  face  seems  far  away, 
She's  the  audience,  I'm  the  play, 

She  will  clap  for  curtain  calls. 

No  ! — I  do  not  want  to  play! 
Seven  thrones  around  my  bed, 
Circling  gold  about  my  head — 

Angels  always  fly  away! 


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Sally 


If  I  were  a  stately  sailboat, 

I'd  sail  to  Zanzibar, 

I'd  sail  the  seven  secret  seas, 

Where  the  secret  cities  are, 

And  some  day  I'd  be  sailing  with  the  wind  before 

my  prow, 
And  all  the  mermaids  of  the  sea  would  clamber 

up  the  bow. 

They'd  beckon  me  with  laughter, 
They'd  beckon  me  with  smiles, 
They'd  show  me  cakes  and  candies 
In  half  a  dozen  styles, 
They'd  promise  me  a  life  of  ease 
Eating  sweets  beneath  the  seas, 
They'd  promise  me  a  life  of  play — 
A  never  ending  holiday; 
But  I  would  say  quite  plainly, 
And,  oh,  how  stern  I'd  look ! 
Do  you  think  that  you  can  tempt  me 
While  Sally  is  our  cook? 

If  I  were  a  little  fire  balloon 
I'd  float  aloft  to  Mars, 
I'd  pay  a  call  on  Venus 
And  chatter  with  the  stars, 

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And  just  as  I'd  be  fluttering  across  the  yellow 

moon, 
The  angels  would  come  singing  a  solemn  Sunday 

tune. 

They'd  beckon  to  me  gravely, 
They'd  tell  me  I  could  stay, 
They'd  show  me  all  the  jewels 
That  pave  the  milky  way. 
They'd  promise  me  a  golden  crown 
And  silver  robes  like  eider-down, 
They'd  give  me  harps  with  shiny  strings 
And  wonderfully  fluffy  wings ; 
BUT — I  would  tell  them  plainly 
I  didn't  want  to  die — 
Till  all  the  angel  cooks  had  learned 
How  Sally  makes  mince  pie  ! 


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Songs  for  a  (Christmas  "Tree 


bundles 

A  bundle  is  a  funny  thing, 
It  always  sets  me  wondering; 
For  whether  it  is  thin  or  wide 
You  never  know  just  what's  inside. 

Especially  on  Christmas  week, 
Temptation  is  so  great  to  peek! 
Now  wouldn't  it  be  much  more  fun 
If  shoppers  carried  things  undone? 


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Qandy  Santa  Qlaus 

I'm  very  fond  of  candles 
With  their  quaint  coquettish  way, 
But  alas !  I  wooed  too  often, 
And  now  my  life's  to  pay. 

They  knew  I  was  important 
When  they  decked  the  Christmas  tree, 
Yes,  they  hung  me  on  the  tip-top 
For  all  the  world  to  see. 

But,  alas !    A  lady  candle 
Has  come  with  me  to  the  top, 
And  I'm  melting  with  affection, 
I'm  dying  drop  by  drop. 


The  Tinsel  Star 

I'm  just  a  shiny  tinsel  star, 
Boxed  all  the  time  as  such  things  are, 
And  only  used  just  once  a  year, 
Oh,  life  is  very  dull  and  drear! 

A  real  star  has  far  fields  to  roam, 
A  tinsel  star  must  stay  at  home. 
It  is  a  terrible  vexation 
To  be  a  silly  imitation ! 


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The  ^Ambitious 


If  all  the  world  were  candy 
And  the  sky  were  frosted  cake, 
Oh,  it  would  be  a  splendid  job 
For  a  mouse  to  undertake  ! 

To  eat  a  path  of  sweetmeats 
Through  candy  forest  aisles  — 
Explore  the  land  of  Pepper-mint 
Stretched  out  for  miles  and  miles. 

To  gobble  up  a  cloudlet, 

A  little  cup-cake  star, 

To  swim  a  lake  of  liquid  sweet 

With  shores  of  chocolate  bar. 

But,  best  of  all  the  eating, 
Would  be  the  toothsome  fat, 
Triumphant  hour  of  mouse-desire, 
To  eat  a  candy  cat! 


^Prayer 

Last  night  I  crept  across  the  snow, 
Where  only  tracking  rabbits  go, 
And  then  I  waited  quite  alone 
Until  the  Christmas  radiance  shone ! 

At  midnight  twenty  angels  came, 
Each  white  and  shining  like  a  flame. 
At  midnight  twenty  angels  sang, 
The  stars  swung  out  like  bells  and  rang. 

They  lifted  me  across  the  hill, 
They  bore  me  in  their  arms  until 
A  greater  glory  greeted  them. 
It  was  the  town  of  Bethlehem. 

And  gently,  then,  they  set  me  down, 
All  worshipping  that  holy  town, 
And  gently,  then,  they  bade  me  raise 
My  head  to  worship  and  to  praise. 

And  gently,  then,  the  Christ  smiled  down. 
Ah,  there  was  glory  in  that  town! 
It  was  as  if  the  world  were  free 
And  glistening  with  purity. 

And  in  that  vault  of  crystal  blue, 
It  was  as  if  the  world  were  new, 


And  myriad  angels,  file  on  file, 
Gloried  in  the  Christ-child's  smile. 

It  was  so  beautiful  to  see 

Such  glory,  for  a  child  like  me, 

So  beautiful,  it  does  not  seem 

It  could  have  been  a  Christmas  dream. 


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